149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
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“Since when have we ever been friends?”
Lena almost regrets the words as soon as they’re out of her mouth, regrets the way Kara’s babbling about history class stutters to a halt, and the way her pretty face falls from it’s usual bubbly smile into a half frown.
She almost regrets it.
But she has to know.
Has to be clued in on why the most popular girl at school has decided to sit at her lunch table and make one-sided conversation for the past two weeks.
It has to be some sort of elaborate joke.
Some long game con to make her feel comfortable and liked before Kara ditches her and she finds herself the butt of some school wide joke.
Better to cut it off now.
“Umm …” Kara seems at a loss for words, and she almost feels sorry for the girl and starts back tracking.
Almost.
“I mean, you’re Kara Danvers, the most popular girl in school; the star quarterback that somehow still finds time to write for the school paper. And I’m Lena Luthor, the weird punk kid that dyes her her hair different colors and plays snare drum in marching band – the one everyone makes sure to stay clear of in the hallways. There’s no reason for you to talk to me, who put you up to this?”
“Umm, no one?” Kara’s gaze flits around the table.
“So you just thought of this elaborate scheme on your own? You must be smarter than you look.”
Kara’s face melts into a full frown at that, and an adorable crinkle appears in her forehead.
Adorable?
Control your gay, Luthor.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And frankly, I think it’s rude that you would suggest that I have an ulterior motive for trying to be your friend!”
“If you don’t, then why are you being so nice to me?!” Lena demands, anger curling her fingers into fists.
Kara’s face falls further, and she studies her tray for a long moment before responding.
“I know what it’s like to be the weird new kid that no one wants to hang out with. I didn’t want you to have to go through that. I was trying to be the friend that I never got.”
“Oh really; you, Kara Danvers, know what that’s like? Sure. I bet. Why don’t you go back to your popular friends and leave me to eat my lunch in peace?”
She turns her attention back to her food, fully expecting Kara to storm off. Only after a few moments of silence across the table, she looks up to see Kara staring at her.
Lena meets Kara’s gaze, surprised to see tears glistening in her blue eyes.
“When umm, when the Danvers first adopted me, it was really hard. I was 12, and things here are … a lot different than where I came from.” Kara nods, as if encouraging herself to go on. “I said a lot of stupid stuff, and did a lot of weird things, and Alex – my sister – she tried her best, but I could tell she got tired of me asking so many questions. Plus, I got sensory overload a lot. No one wants to be friends with the kid who hides under the table every time it’s popcorn day. It’s not as bad now as it was -” Slim fingers tug at her glasses, and Lena catches herself watching the movement. “But I still get it sometimes.”
“As for the football thing – Everyone laughed at me when I tried out; they all thought I’d fail for sure. And then when I didn’t – “ She shrugs before continuing.
“I’m a horrible speller, Ms. Grant has to correct all of my articles like five times before they go to print. The first year she never even let me do anything.
“I know you think this is all some sort of prank, and after the way people have treated you around here, I can’t say I blame you. But I honestly just want to be your friend. If you don’t want to be mine though, it’s okay, I can find somewhere else to sit. I just thought …” She trails off, staring at her food, and Lena studies her for a moment.
Carefully, she considers her options.
No one else seems to be paying them any attention, so either the prank hasn’t played out yet, or Kara is legitimately trying to be friendly.
Something about the dejected set of Kara’s shoulders though, makes Lena think she’s telling the truth.
“I tricked Mr. Sanders into giving me an extra cookie on the lunch line, wanna half it?” she finally says, holding out half of a chocolate chip cookie.
The smile that lights up Kara’s face?
Totally worth the possibility of future embarrassment.
Someone wanted some fluff, they know who they are, and idk if they’d want to be tagged. Here’s an attempt when I have three angst fics up in the background XD
After the World Killers are dealt with, J’onn sends them out of the city. He calls it a vacation, but Lucy suspects he doesn’t want their antics to be his problem. She can’t help it if there’s too fine a line between genius and insanity. It’s also totally not her fault, Kara only ever respected her authority when it came to helping Cat Grant. And, also, not laying hands on James while Lucy was still dating him, but that’s not so much authority as it was common decency.
So, J’onn negotiates with Maggie’s Captain so that she can take time off as well, offering up a handful of recruits to learn the ways of the NCPD Science Division in hopes of better working relations. They go to Midvale, but only Kara stays with Eliza. Alex’s bed is too small for the three of them, and they really don’t want Eliza to be on the other side of the guest bedroom’s wall. So they rent a beach house for the week. Kara does spend a lot of her time with them, and Eliza stops by the beach house for at least once meal day with them. Neither have to be told to call ahead, which is great, but also speaks of just how much Kara has complained about flying in on them.
The beach house is on the outskirts of town, isolated from the neighbors, surrounded by trees, and with instant access to the beach. Alex spends the first day surfing, only coming in to hydrate and grab a protein bar. Lucy and Maggie do join her on Alex’s old boards, but neither of them knows how to surf or have the desire to learn. Getting Maggie that far out from shore is a big enough task, seeing as how she believes the only thing in the sea is sharks waiting to chomp her legs. Alex insists it’s a misconception, but then Maggie pulls up the shark attack data for Midvale’s stretch of coast.
The moonlight was softly brushing the muscles of Kara’s back, making the skin sparkle and glow in its glorious nakedness. An ocean of sun kissed hair was spilling in waves on the white pillowcases, golden strands that looked like silver in the darkness of the night and there was the shadow of a smile, floating softly across Kara’s lips.
Cat stared, too amazed to even remember to breathe, wondering how on Heaven and Earth, she had end up spending the night with the girl who once was her assistant, who also happened to be an alien, the girl of Steel herself.
She didn’t even drink more than two martinis and to her, it was like drinking water given the very, very high tolerance to alcohol she had cultivated since her crazy year in college.“Stop thinking, more sleeping.”
Kara’s whisper took her by surprise and she startled a little when two strong arms came to circle her waist, pulling her closer to the warm and half-asleep body laying by her sides.
“You’ll think about it tomorrow and you’ll probably flee but that alright. I’ll chase you,” Kara mumbled without opening her eyes, and her words crashed onto Cat’s skin like a summer breeze, bold and yet soft, relaxing.
“You will?” Cat hated how unsure and insecure she sounded but she could already sense the anxiety tingle at the tip of her fingers and spreading in her veins like a wildfire.
“I will,” Kara replied and even though she was already falling back asleep, there was such a steeled edge in her voice, in her simple words, Cat felt the fire of her doubts slow down and then stop, leaving her exhausted but at peace.
“Thank you,” She whispered before placing a soft kiss at the corner of Kara’s lips, making a wide but sleepy smile appear. She buried herself into the embrace of the girl of steel’s arms and fell back asleep to the sound of their synchronized heartbeats.
I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymoreLena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.
So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.
She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.
The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.
“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.
susie grits her teeth and grinds her jaw and spends the entire spring of their fourth grade year plotting how to get back at calvin for stealing mr. bun and dropping him in a mud puddle.
(it involves putting hobbes into a dress and taking polaroids; she still has the photos, even thirty years later)
she does her homework. does his homework too, sometimes, because mrs. wormwood gives them different math problems to discourage cheating, and susie likes math. his mom finds out when they’re in sixth grade, and offers her four times the going rate to tutor calvin in math. she agrees, because even at twelve she knows college isn’t cheap (not the ones she’s eyeing, anyway).
she has to learn quickly about superheroes and dinosaurs and aliens, because calvin won’t listen unless there’s at least one. she has her own opinions of aliens (real, but not the tentacled fanged monsters calvin draws in the margins; her aliens are gorgeously strange monsters, elegant, like a degas painting reflected in rainy puddles, glittering in distorted neon), and dinosaurs are cool, but they’re a boring sort of cool, not black hole kind of cool, so it’s only superheroes she lets him go on about.
this turns out to be a mistake. though he draws aliens and ray guns and flying saucers on the back sides of his homework, he has a whole thing built up around stupendous man. she’s seen the costume, but didn’t know there was lore. she doesn’t want to know the lore.
it’s stupid. no one can just fly. that’s not how the world works. capes are dumb. she can’t believe his mom made him another costume after he hit a growth spurt.
she still tutors him, but they drift apart in high school. calvin and moe somehow become friends, become even bigger assholes together, and susie discovers calculus and girls. she gets into harvard and yale and stanford and others, chooses to go to california. he waves at her from his driveway while she drives away in the moving truck.
“you were never stupid,” she tells him on the phone when they’ve drifted back into each other’s lives her senior year. “you just didn’t care.”
“yeah,” he laughs, and she pretends she can’t hear the desperation in it; his girlfriend kicked him out, he lost his job, and he’s now in the unfortunate position of acknowledging that his father was right and education was important. she has two finals to study for, the nasa interview next week, and a grant application to finish, but he’s had a rough week. she can take an hour to listen.
“the community college isn’t bad,” she suggests, though she knows it sounds patronizing coming from someone set to graduate stanford with honors.
“you mean i can’t just put on my stupendous man costume and live off the media attention?”
susie snorts. “not spaceman spiff? there’s a tv show there, i’m sure.” she’s been watching a lot of star trek in what little spare time she has.
“nah,” he says, “spiff’s always been your territory.”
they drift apart again, she goes to houston and he goes to art school. she loses track of him entirely right around curiosity’s landing. she skips their twenty-year reunion; she’s in the middle of a move down to chile for a three-year stint at atacama.
a package arrives the middle of her second year in the desert.
it’s a comic book. spaceman spiff, volume one. hardcover, full color. one of his signature tentacled fanged aliens takes up most of the entire cover, while a small astronaut with a ray gun hides behind a rock. he’s gotten much better, but it’s still unmistakably calvin’s art.
except – she squints at the astronaut. she flips open the book, thumbs through a few pages.
spiff isn’t the calvin-insert she remembers from their youth.
it’s her.
mousy brown hair, button nose, mr. bun tucked away in the back of her rocket ship.
she flips back to the first page.
thanks for not giving up on me. – c
A few things:
1.) Thank you for sharing this wonderful headcanon, I’ve been thinking about it for days
2.) Thank you for the kind comment
3.) Because I’ve been thinking about it for days, I wrote something. It is, of course, ridiculous, and probably not worthy of this headcanon, but here we go:…
“…I’ve
seen this before.”“Sir?”
J’onn’s
eyes narrow, and his tone is grave. “Venusian Mind Worms. I’m sure
of it.”
Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex/Maggie
Rating: T
Summary: Maggie has to work on Thanksgiving and Alex brings her dinner at the station. Also, Danvers’ Thanksgivings are disasters and Alex doesn’t know the difference between a nerd and a geek. A fluffy one-shot with spoilers from the sneak peek for episode 2×08.
Thanks: As always, thanks to Inspector Boxer for the beta as well as everyone who reads.Alex slid into the chair by the desk and busied herself with unpacking the bag. Kara had packed it so there was enough to feed an army, and Alex set out a covered tupperware plate laden with turkey and ham and then a second plate with sides.
“Wow, that’s some spread,” Maggie said appreciatively as her stomach growled. She picked up the silverware as Alex set two bottles of water on her desk, opening one and taking a long swig. “So how was dinner with the family?”
So I wrote this last year and I thought I might reblog cuz I was wandering through some old fics to answer the fav story ask and I came across it.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Disappear for months, reappear with no warning? Yep. Anyway, have a young Danvers sisters one-shot because I need emergency sister fluff.
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They decide on the date she arrived on Earth.
Question of Smoke 